The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 10

When faced with imminent death, potential was unleashed.

Xiaoyu suddenly activated her inherent demonic power without instruction.

A blinding red light instantly covered her entire pupils, then rapidly faded, leaving only a pair of seductive, red pupils.

The pupils, reflecting the demon beast’s figure, subtly trembled for a moment.

The demon beast lifted its head high and brought its horns down heavily, the speed so great that only a residual image was visible.

Xiaoyu stood there, her eyes focused only on the demon beast.

Only one thought flashed through her mind at this moment.

She had to survive.

Just as the heavy, half-meter-long horns were about to crush Xiaoyu’s body, a strange aroma suddenly burst forth from Xiaoyu, instantly filling the entire courtyard and enveloping the demon beast.

If there had been light, one could have seen a faint, pink mist.

This fragrant mist surrounded the demon beast, as if a powerful force had bound its limbs and head. Its blood-red eyes closed, and the demon beast’s entire body froze for a brief instant.

In that brief moment, Xiaoyu collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Her eyes dimmed, and she panted to regain control of her body.

Duanmu Ying had already run several meters away with the girl. She inhaled the strange aroma, felt her whole body weaken, lost strength in her legs, and nearly stumbled.

She looked back in Xiaoyu’s direction, and upon seeing a familiar figure, joy immediately appeared on her face.

“Master…”

But the next second, she saw an extremely terrifying look from Wen Yu.

The jade flute shattered into fragments that sliced the demon beast into pieces, which fell to the ground and turned into sand, unable to regenerate again.

Blood-colored fragments formed a sword, pointing directly at Duanmu Ying: “What were you doing just now?”

Duanmu Ying panicked for a moment, until the girl’s sobs in her arms recalled her to the present.

“The situation was critical just now. If I hadn’t pushed that demon out to buy time, both I and this girl would have died.”

Duanmu Ying felt there was nothing wrong with the measure she had taken.

She had just finished speaking when, before Wen Yu could move, she heard a still-trembling voice ring out: “What about me? Don’t I matter?”

Lowering her gaze, she saw the demon, who hadn’t died, stand up and speak again: “By what right did you push me?”

“By what right did you exchange my life for your survival?”

Xiaoyu had indeed wanted to save the girl earlier, but that was under the premise of ensuring her own survival first, and then offering aid.

She had only transmigrated to this world a day ago and hadn’t even secured her own survival. By what right should she sacrifice her life for others?

Duanmu Ying widened her eyes, as if she had heard something ridiculous.

“Because you’re a demon,” she swallowed the blood in her mouth, set the girl down, and used her sword to brace herself against the pain in her back. The image of the demon beast killing the woman flashed through her mind.

“If you don’t die, who will?”

These words hit Xiaoyu’s brain like a giant hammer.

Her delusion was shattered. She finally realized that in this cutthroat world of cultivation, the demon race was one that people shunned and everyone sought to eliminate.

But she was an innocent person dragged into this; she wasn’t a demon!

“But I have never harmed anyone, and I never intended to use someone else’s life to secure my own path to survival!”

Xiaoyu cried out in indignation. Her vision suddenly blurred, becoming unfocused. She blinked hard, feeling like her whole body was swaying.

“If there is a next time,” Xiaoyu’s voice was still trembling, but she tried desperately to control it: “The way you treat me, I will retaliate against you.”

With that, she covered her head and rushed into the still relatively intact house.

Her figure looked extremely frail.

Wen Yu glanced at her distractedly, then told Duanmu Ying to take the girl back to the room and then come find him in Nan Chenghui’s room.

After cleaning up the mess in the courtyard, Wen Yu emotionlessly looked over the lifeless townsfolk, arranged all the bodies neatly, and then went upstairs.

Duanmu Ying was already waiting in the dark room, having not found Nan Chenghui, anxiously awaiting Wen Yu’s arrival.

Just as she and Wen Yu were looking at Nan Chenghui, a confinement formation suddenly appeared in the room, trapping Wen Yu and Nan Chenghui.

She had wanted to help, but was suddenly attacked by a demon beast, and Wen Yu had ordered her to save the townsfolk.

Seeing the girl’s mother die to save her daughter, the memories she had sealed away came flooding back. Her hatred and killing intent toward demon beasts instantly peaked.

Back then, if it weren’t for those insane demon beasts, her mother wouldn’t have died!

That had been the best chance to kill that demon, yet she had escaped.

That strange aroma was definitely that fox demon’s inherent divine ability. The power was so great that it could actually stop such a formidable demon beast for a few seconds.

What a pity. If Master had arrived a moment later, that fox demon would have definitely died.

While Duanmu Ying was contemplating, she saw Wen Yu arrive and immediately asked: “Master, why isn’t Senior Brother here? Where is he?”

Wen Yu didn’t answer the question, but instead asked Duanmu Ying: “You want to kill that fox?”

His tone was devoid of emotion, yet it made Duanmu Ying instantly stiffen. A feeling called fear slowly crept up on her.

She knew her little actions couldn’t be hidden from Wen Yu, so she changed her explanation to conceal her selfish motives.

“We just arrived, and a demon beast attacked, and Senior Brother went missing. She must be a spy, leaking our whereabouts so that we could be ambushed.”

“She is a demon; I was slaying demons and eliminating evil, acting on behalf of the heavens—”

Halfway through her sentence, Duanmu Ying saw the look Wen Yu gave her. It was the second time she had seen such a terrifying look, as if he were looking at a dead person.

“Did I spare her life so that you could kill her?”

The cold words left Wen Yu’s mouth. Duanmu Ying was so terrified that she immediately knelt down: “This disciple knows her mistake.”

Since being taken in as a disciple by Wen Yu, she had rarely seen him angry. She had almost forgotten that Wen Yu was not a great benevolent person; he only took her in to repay a favor.

She had become too conceited, thinking she could defy Wen Yu and play tricks in front of him.

Wen Yu tapped the blood-colored jade flute on his waist with his index finger, warning her impatiently: “I have my own uses for keeping her. Touch her again, and roll back to your Yuehui Sect.”

He then stood up and left.

Duanmu Ying was immediately distraught.

She could not be disowned by Wen Yu.

Her father had worked so hard to invite Wen Yu. With Wen Yu in charge, the sect would not collapse.

If Wen Yu expelled her from the sect and severed ties with it, who would still value the Yuehui Sect without the foremost Sword Venerable in the world?

She had to hold onto Wen Yu and absolutely could not be kicked out.

Duanmu Ying tightly clenched her hands, staring into the dark night outside the door, hiding her hatred and resentment.

If it weren’t for that fox demon, how could Wen Yu have gotten angry at her?

She couldn’t kill her now, but there would be plenty of opportunities later.

As long as it’s a demon, it must be eliminated!

Under the dense, dark night, hidden currents surged. The strange aroma gradually dissipated.

Wen Yu searched the other rooms for Xiaoyu but didn’t find her, so he went downstairs.

As dark as the night were his eyes.

It had been a long time since he felt so constrained at every turn.

The person behind this knew Wen Yu’s movements and had set up a confinement formation in advance, waiting for him.

As soon as he broke the formation, a demon kidnapped Nan Chenghui, using the recurrence of Nan Chenghui’s demonic qi to disrupt his mental state.

This body restricted him too much, preventing him from fully utilizing his power. The demons he caught all self-destructed, leaving only one message.

“Want to save your disciple? Dare to come to the Desert Demon Territory. The Demon Lord is waiting for you there. We’ll see if you dare.”

The person not only created chaos but also framed him for kidnapping Nan Chenghui.

What cunning manipulation.

He, the real Demon Lord, had issued no such command. Who exactly was going to all this trouble to frame him?

It seemed he absolutely had to go to the Desert Demon Territory.

The moment Sheng Li walked into the living room, his killing intent instantly vanished. He headed straight for Xiaoyu, who was surrounded by the crowd.

“A demon is a demon; how can it not harm people!”

“The Town Chief’s family was so good, and now only an orphan remains. What a terrible sin!”

The moment they saw Wen Yu arrive, they all rushed forward to question him: “Immortal Elder, you tell us, it was this demon! She’s a disaster!”

“Even before, when a few people were captured every once in a while, it was never like this—so many people dying all at once!”

“She must be in league with those demon beasts, having planned to come and kill people!”

Sheng Li’s head ached from the noise. Already displeased from being played, he now had no patience to explain.

He waved his hand, making a sharp sound that caused the townsfolk to immediately tremble and fall silent.

“Do you have anything more to say?”

The aura radiating from him at this moment intimidated the townsfolk, who all shut their mouths.

“Nothing more?” Sheng Li swept his gaze over the townsfolk who were angry but dared not speak, letting out a silent sneer.

A bunch of people who only bully those weaker than them.

“Then I’ll speak.” His gaze fell upon the fox with drooping head at the back of the crowd. Sheng Li became even more annoyed, and the words he spoke were rushed: “After collecting the bodies, go home and lock your doors and windows. Cultivators will arrive during the day.”

“You will be protected and will not be attacked by demon beasts again.” Sheng Li tapped the jade flute on his waist more frequently. The red mark on the back of his neck began to fade.

When the sky brightens, the other person within this body will also comfort the townsfolk in this way.

The panicked townsfolk were calmed by a few words and realized in their composure that their accusations were overly aggressive.

However, none of them apologized to Xiaoyu. They all avoided her and went to collect the bodies.

Compared to being eaten by demon beasts and having no remains, they could still collect the bodies and bury them now, for which they should be grateful.

The living room was suddenly left with only three people.

Sheng Li leaned against the wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to relieve his nerves.

His brain throbbed, causing his brow to furrow tightly.

He was fighting for control of the body again.

Sheng Li opened his eyes and saw Xiaoyu still standing in place, motionless. His frown deepened.

He was about to walk over, but saw the girl walk toward Xiaoyu first, so he stopped and leaned back against the wall.

The girl timidly touched Xiaoyu’s hand, trying hard to overcome her fear, and asked: “Sister, aren’t you a demon?”

Xiaoyu suddenly heard someone speak to her and quickly looked at the girl. The scene of the woman being killed reappeared in her mind.

Although she had told Duanmu Ying earlier that she wouldn’t use her life to save people, seeing the girl who was now utterly alone, she suddenly felt guilty.

If her ability had erupted earlier, and she had controlled the demon beast sooner, would there still have been a chance to save them?

“Sister, why couldn’t you be like the Great Sage, pulling out the Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod from your ear and hitting the demon beast dead with one strike? Then you could have saved my mother.”

Xiaoyu was lost in thought. She held the girl’s hand, lowered her head, and said: “I don’t have fox ears now.”

The girl’s hair hung down. On the top of her head were fox ears that the girl could not see.

She didn’t want to be a demon.